It’s time for Part 2!

In our last episode, I recounted baby showers, the dwindling days of my enormous, uncomfortable preggishness and the arrival of my sweet girl at the beginning of March. After she made her world debut, some other stuff happened, but for the life of me I can’t remember what any of it was. I was told I had a birthday, but because the only thing I remember about that day was the glorious chocolate cheesecake that someone bought to my house and the fact that I got to drink a REAL BEER, I don’t count myself as another year older. That’s fair, right?

Now I give you…April through June 2012:

Postpartum amnesia is no joke. Aside from vague memories of a beach trip that I took with friends the first weekend in June, aka Boozefest 2012, where I was sans baby for two tequila-fueled days, I can’t remember much of what happened in those three months. One thing I know for certain is that I am far too old to drink like a college student and have had nary a shot of alcohol since said trip. This mom is strictly a wine drinker.

Another thing I know now is that in addition to losing your mind after you have a baby, you also lose all your hair. My sister-in-law, who also doubles as my stylist, warned me about this while I pregnant and enjoying my luxurious hormone hair. She wasn’t kidding. That extra estrogen left my body and took clumps of my hair with it. Showers became a terrifying, drain clogging ordeal. I went through a LOT of Draino. But just when I thought it was never going to end, it did. So never fear, pregnant friends, or friends who might be going through this fun stage of post-pregnancy, or friends who are entertaining the idea of having a child one day. You won’t end up bald, I promise.

I’m sure you will be shocked to learn that Betty got older during those three months. I even have photos to prove it:

Please note the gradual baldness that was occurring here too. I wasn’t the only one losing all my hair. Noteworthy accomplishments included her radiant first smile, the new-found ability to roll from back to belly, and somewhere around 6 weeks, the first time she slept through the night. And I mean REALLY slept through the night…not just that 5-hour stretch nonsense. We have been incredibly fortunate to have an excellent sleeper from very early on. I had to go back to work at 8 weeks postpartum and was able to function like a normal human being when I got there. If she didn’t sleep through the night, I imagine I wouldn’t have been able to remember my own name.

Also in the month of May, Betty had a health scare. We were in the hospital over the weekend of Mother’s Day to treat a nasty case of cellulitis on her face. It’s a very long story and I don’t particularly like talking about it, but let’s just say that I hope my second Mother’s Day is much better than my first.

So that concludes the amorphous second quarter of my 2012. While July through September were by no means riveting, I at least have a pretty good grasp on things that happened. Stay tuned.